Azuchi

The moon was clear and the wind was high, and the water-colored platycodon flag was raised high, and the black crowd clenched their samurai swords in panic, not daring to move forward or retreat.

Although they didn't know that their enemy was Lord Oda when they followed Mitsuhide-sama to attack Honno-ji Temple, they couldn't take off the hat of rebellion, so they could only kill him.

They can't forget how Lord Oda, known as the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven, treated traitors. For details, refer to Takeda, Asai, Asakura and so on.

The heavily surrounded Honnoji Temple was already on fire, and the winding stairs were full of horrific corpses. At a glance, there were more than a thousand people.

You must know that Oda Nobunaga, who was forced into the Honnoji Temple, only brought less than a hundred people!Dozens of people killed thousands of people, enough to scare the courage of these people.

From sunset to moonlight, Akechi Mitsuhide, who was so nervous and frightened that his entire face was distorted, was exhausted. After a night of fighting, although he never saw Nobunaga's body, he believed that he could not escape from tens of thousands of them. surrounded by.

Thinking so, no one dared to break into the compound of the Honnōji Temple that seemed to be dyeing the entire sky red.

Akechi Mitsuhide gritted his teeth and ordered.

"Stay alert, and search the temple after the fire is extinguished!"

At this moment, the sound of galloping horseshoes approached from far to near, and before the warriors behind could stop them, the horse leaped into the air, and no one could open it. When it fell into the crowd, it broke its leg and was pierced by a thousand swords. But he completed the task of bringing his master to Honnoji Temple.

The man on horseback was wrapped in a thick and airtight black cloak, with a mask of evil spirits commonly seen in the market, and a cold and sharp long knife reflected the dazzling fire, passing by the crowd in an instant and rushing towards the Inneng Temple, leading There was a series of screams and blood spray.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, the people around retreated through a spacious passage, and the man in black did not love to fight, and rushed into the burning temple by stepping on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on the steps of the Inneng Temple.

Akechi Mitsuhide stared at the figure that disappeared in the sea of ​​flames, and frowned delicately.

"No need to chase!"

Who is the familiar figure from behind?

Thick smoke billowed in the temple, the beams and pillars of the house were entwined with enchanting tongues of flames, and it was blurry beyond one arm. It was absolutely delusional to look for someone.

But it doesn't matter, there is singing to guide the way, and the only one who has the leisure to sing elegantly at this time is the extremely willful Nobunaga.

After rushing through the thick smoke area, we arrived at the fish pond in the backyard. There was a small pavilion in the middle of the pond for people to rest their feet. As we got closer, the singing became clearer.

"Fifty years in the human world are nothing compared to the heaven and the earth. Looking at the world, dreams are like water..."

To be honest, Oda Nobunaga is handsome and domineering, and his voice is also very pleasant. He deserves to be the elder brother of Oda City, who is known as the most beautiful woman in the Warring States Period.

But as long as I think of this person who used to sing and dance in women's costumes, he is always full of energy.

In the pavilion, apart from Oda Nobunaga, who is kneeling and singing a cappella with his eyes closed, there is also a 17 or 8-year-old boy with incomparable beauty standing, who is the surname Mori Ranmaru who is loyal to Oda Nobunaga.

Seeing a mysterious person approaching, Mori Ranmaru's first reaction was to attack with a knife, and the visitor returned to defense not to be outdone.

Mori Ranmaru, who had been fighting bloody battle all night, was obviously inferior to the visitor. His trembling hands did not hold the long knife, and was swung down by the visitor.

In the next second, the person who came put the knife back into its sheath, raised the cloak and sat opposite Oda Nobunaga, and took off the mask.

Mori Ranmaru, who has always been calm and composed, felt his heart skip a beat, seeing that handsome, gentle face with a smile on his face retreated from all expressions, and his black eyes widened viciously with murderous intent.

"I said earlier that if one day you die at the hands of others, it is better for me to do it myself."

Oda Nobunaga turned a deaf ear to it, and slowly sang the last ditty, then opened his eyes, and smiled determinedly.

The 48-year-old Nobunaga is still so handsome and handsome, and his appearance is not flat when he smiles.

"Before setting the fire, Alan and I made a bet on whether you would come." Nobunaga reached out and took off the man's cloak, and ambiguously picked up a lock of black hair with his fingertips, "Ieyasu, I won again~"

Ieyasu, or should he be called Tokugawa Ieyasu, slapped off the restless hand of the opponent angrily, and gritted his teeth.

"Oda Nobunaga, you lunatic!"

"Then you are still going crazy with me, a lunatic, aren't you more stupid?" Nobunaga folded his arms and calmed down, teasing, "This is the same as when I was a child, little idiot~"

Ieyasu, who was mercilessly poked in the black history, turned black and fought back aggressively, "I really don't want to be taught a lesson by you, Owari fool!"

Nobunaga stretched out his hand to cover Ieyasu's right wrist which was placed on the table, not allowing him to refuse to clenched it open.

The tiger's mouth was open, and a bloody and fleshy strangle mark was clearly visible on the entire palm. Mori Ranmaru only glanced at it before lowering his eyes.

The injury was actually more serious than that of him who had been fighting all night, but when he swung the knife down, he didn't tremble at all, the cold blade was sharp to the point.

"From the moment I fell into ambush, I sent someone to deliver the letter, and after you got the news, you came from the big dealer. I'm not sure if you can arrive before dawn." Nobunaga sat straddling the stone table in a disfigured manner, leaning closer, Smiling meaningfully, he asked smugly, "You came here so desperately, is it really to kill me?"

Oda Nobunaga escaped to the Honnoji Temple when he was in danger in Kyoto. At that time, Ieyasu was visiting a big vendor, and he had less than a dozen subordinates with him.Although Dakan and Kyoto belong to Kansai, in the future, the Shinkansen can be reached in 15 minutes, but the ancient Warring States, where the roads were not repaired, would take a lot of time to come here on horseback, not to mention that Ieyasu was three years old when he got the news. What's more, even he himself can't tell clearly, what kind of perseverance he rode here.

"Admit it, Ieyasu, you're in love with me."

Tokugawa Ieyasu raised his head slightly and narrowed his eyes, and put on a gentle smile again, but he made no secret of his cold nature, and his tone was terribly cold.

"You have repeated this sentence for 20 years, and you still haven't gotten tired of it?"

"I, Oda Nobunaga, have everything I want, and I can't get it." Nobunaga seemed to be close, breathing intertwined, and there was an illusion of melting water, "I got your person, you heart, but I can’t get a word of love. Is it so difficult for you to admit that you are in love with me!? It’s just a word!”

In the end, he was already grinding his teeth, full of resentment.

Ieyasu sneered and slapped Nobunaga's hand holding him off, noble and glamorous without saying a word.

It would be unlucky enough for him to be reborn as a straight man in the new century into the war-torn era of Little Japan, but he was beaten up by this willful and reckless man, even though this era does not discriminate against homosexuality——For details, refer to Shinsaku Takasugi The famous phrase "Three thousand crows in the world will be killed, and I will sleep with you until dawn." But, please allow him to keep the last dead duck stubborn!

"Why, are you really planning to die here?"

Ieyasu threw out a bottle of wound medicine, and Mori Ranmaru caught it one after another. He ignored the solidified wound on his body, and respectfully undressed Nobunaga to apply the medicine.

"Do you know that I have a backhand?"

"Is there a tunnel leading to other places in the Honnoji Temple?" Ieyasu pulled back his hair, gathered his cloak, his expression was calm, but hit the nail on the head, "But, why don't the monks here leave the tunnel, but escape through the gate instead? One thing, there was an earthquake in Kyoto a few years ago, although it was not big, it happened to be around Honnoji Temple."

Japan is really an earthquake-prone area, used to disasters, so no one takes it seriously at all.

That is to say, the tunnel of the Honnoji Temple was probably destroyed during the earthquake, and it is unknown whether it can escape.

Oda Nobunaga finally suppressed his self-satisfied smile, and Mori Ranmaru was even more frightened. This kind of feeling that everything is ready and only owes to retreat, but being pulled from the bottom of the pot feels very bad.

"Since you know, do you still dare to break in?"

Tokugawa Ieyasu took a deep look at this man who was loved and hated deeply. He obviously behaved completely differently, had different personalities and often argued, but this man seemed to have a natural charm that made people surrender.

"A long time ago, I asked you: Where is the land when the flames rise and the people are in chaos? Do you still remember how you answered me?"

"If there is, then seek it out, if not, then create it." Nobunaga replied subconsciously, "I will fulfill your wish."

Ieyasu finally showed a sincere smile, "Words do what they say, Azuchi, I like it very much."

However, the exclamation that I didn't take to heart when I was a child was remembered, the promise was made, and even realized.

How could he not be moved!

Even if one will succeed, even if the Antu City is built on blood.

He took out several slender bamboo tubes from his bosom, and the bamboo tubes were connected with fuses, which looked like new types of artillery.

"This is the latest product of my gunpowder. I haven't tried it yet, but I have increased the intensity of the blast." Ieyasu clicked on these small things, with a calm expression, "I am not familiar with Honnōji, so you find a weak place to blast it yourself. "

"What if it fails?" Nobunaga picked up a bamboo tube to play with. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to take it apart to see the structure and gunpowder formula inside.

"It's just one death." Ieyasu had put his saber back on his waist, and snorted coldly, "I made arrangements for my funeral before I left, and I also reminded that kid Nobutada. As for that rebellious Akechi Mitsuhide, I can tell you, He won't survive today!"

What Tokugawa Ieyasu is best at is killing people with a knife.

The morning light dawned, the darkness faded, and the fire that almost burned the Honnoji Temple to scorched earth gradually extinguished.

Oda Nobunaga stared at the gentle man in front of him with the faint sunlight, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing - he had left everything to live and die with him, and he was still so stubborn.

However, this kind of duplicity is also very cute.

Tokugawa Iemitsu was almost burned by this substantial gaze, bared his teeth and stared back.

"Don't go yet!"

Nobunaga laughed and hugged Ieyasu, rubbed a handful of soft tofu, and took a step ahead with Mori Ranmaru, who was so quiet and self-disciplined that he almost melted into the air.

He, Oda Nobunaga, would win every bet, he bet that Ieyasu would come, he won, he bet that he could get out alive, there was absolutely no possibility of losing.